Marked

Marcus's lips were warm and insistent, his tongue tracing the curve of her mouth with a gentle yet possessive touch. Mirian's eyes fluttered closed as she felt herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to Marcus's with a hunger she couldn't quite understand.

She was betraying Detroit, she knew that, but at this moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the feel of Marcus's lips on hers, the way he pushed her lightly onto her back and loomed over her.

Her heart spiked, heaving as she watched his every move, expectations stuffing her chest.

"You're mine now, Mirian," he said before leaning down, but not to her lips.

His face hovered over her neck and in the next second, his canine gleamed as they sank into her neck.